Clinical Stories

My eyes blink, blurred and unable to adjust to the clinical, flickering fluorescent ceiling light above. Nothing feels real now, nor in my vague, distorted memories that swirl in my pounding head like a fever dream. How long I've been here or what day it is, I cannot guess at. I'd return to sleep if I could, with the state of being awake too exhausting, but the incessant beeping and the pain surging through my body keep m...